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But I chose to have this first meeting at 1am after a full 8hr class then 8hr shift. And today was so genuinely horrifyingly bad at class, I cried for about 30% of the day.

And yet I went to meet this guy I have been texting for less than 24 hrs. And I fucking bomb, like a crazy person. And so at the end I'm feeling anxious about being too much and exhausted and I kinda just shut down.

But I chose to have this first meeting at 1am after a full 8hr class then 8hr shift. And today was so genuinely horrifyingly bad at class, I cried for about 30% of the day.

And yet I went to meet this guy I have been texting for less than 24 hrs. And I fucking bomb, like a crazy person. And so at the end I'm feeling anxious about being too much and exhausted and I kinda just shut down.

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My googling skills are legendary, I love nothing more than compiling data and creating summaries. My advice is top tier, because I possess human critical thinking skills. I also would like to appropriate some of the more evil sides to it, like unethical data collection, but exclusively for either Robin Hood purposes, or personal vengeance.

You could do all the creative stuff that people actually want, and gather their joy and inspiration from. I think you should also be allowed to do some evil, but I leave the specifics to your discretion.

Thorin and Bilbo running out of Erebor and into the forest below, hand in hand as they giggle like little boys. They wear only their finest, comfortable travel clothes patched by their loved ones hidden beneath wool cloaks.

The morning air is chilly, grass slippery from dew, but Thorin can tell by the birdsong its going to be a beautifully warm day. Bilbo can smell it on the breeze.

They stop their dancing chase through the woods only once. Thorin bends to pick a flower up from the grass, tucks it behind Bilbo's ear. The kiss that followed was all consuming, so much so they almost forgot their quest. Blushing shyly, they resume their happy hurry.

Bilbo thinks of a happy song, one he hadn't heard in years. He hums it as their journey slows, facing a rocky slope down. Thorin guides his every step downward, ready to hold out a hand to support Bilbo. To his delight, Thorin knows the song too. He hums right along, his hands warm on Bilbo's hands.

They meet Bard on a shallow shore. Hidden beneath the graceful slope of a willow tree, the three convene.

Bard stands in the lake, the water lapping gently at his ankles. Bilbo stands with his bare feet in the grass. Thorin doesn't know it yet- he won't know it for a few decades, but- he stands about a mile above the next biggest mithril vein in all of Arda.

Words weren't enough. Even so, Bilbo and Thorin spoke from the heart.

So much so that Bard found himself sniffling, choking his tears back to not interrupt the moment. He fondly thought of his late wife, silently wished he could say the same things to her once more. When it was his turn to speak, his time to make their promise binding under the eyes of the Valar, he knew he needn't do so. That any creature, living or dead or immortal could see the bond between the two.

Even still, Bard proudly pronounced them married.

(The moment Dís finds out she misses their wedding, she grabs the both of them by their ears and gives them a good chewing out.)

(Four weeks of festivals and feasts happen. Everyone has to go up a few clothes sizes after making merry for so long.)